The Seventh Bride of President

The whole hall was silent. Only occasionally could I hear her low voice of exhortation and soft voice of comfort. Every word seemed like spring breeze and rain, which dispelled their fear of death.

When the wound was finally bandaged, Chu Yunyao helped the patient lie down, and she twisted the medicine box to another patient.

The boy, who looked a little younger and still had a childish face, burst into tears.

"Young lady, I heard that you can bring the dead back to life. If you had come earlier, Alan would not have died.".

With that, he couldn't seem to control it any more. He burst into tears, "this battle is too much to fight."

Finally, there was a little commotion in the dead hall. The man sitting beside the boy could not care about his pain. Suddenly, he slapped him on the head and scolded him in a loud voice: "howl what howl? If it wasn't for the young lady, maybe all of us would have starved to death when we were bandits on the mountain. Ah Lang didn't die, he died for the common people."

"Are you dead after dying for the people?" The young man covered his face, clear tears gushed out from the dirty fingers, gathered into black muddy water flowing down the back of his hand: "a Lang died miserably, his hands and feet were blown off, his intestines were flowing out, he was split in front of me, if he didn't stand in front of me, I would be blown off."

Just on the battlefield of the youth for the first time to see from small to large playmates by gunpowder explosion of the dead, the heart of the rising fear is unspeakable.

Maybe I have been thinking about the tragic situation of being blown up again and again in my heart.

Chu Yunyao:...

when Chu Yunyao looks at his childish face full of tears, those empty, powerless, pale words of comfort can no longer be said.

She choked and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I can't bring the dead back. I'm sorry."

She is just a doctor with exquisite medical skills. How can she have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

The boy sobbed and wanted to say something else. The man next to him patted his head again: "ah Yu, without ah Lang, go back to the battlefield, you can follow me, I will protect you.

Have you forgotten what the heroine said when we came to join the Mohist army? "

Chu Yunyao was surprised: "nvxia?"

"Yes." The big man scratched the back of his head with embarrassment. "To tell you the truth, madam, we used to be mountain bandits. We did the business of robbing families and houses. Once, we didn't expect to meet a female Xia, but she robbed our mountain stronghold.

She lived in our stockade that night. In the middle of the night, the hungry wolves came. We thought we were dead, but we didn't expect that the female Xia drove the wolves away with a whistle.

Hey, hey, we'll be saved.

When we parted the next day, the heroine asked us to come to join the Mohist army. We walked halfway, but we met Yeh...

this life is similar to what we picked up. How many days can we live.

There is no immortal in war.

When the war is over, we will have a good life.

The child was young, and he went to the battlefield for the first time. It was normal for him to be afraid. After training, he became more courageous. What he said just now, young lady, don't take it to heart... "

Chu Yunyao looked at the familiar beard of the big man, which was still strong enough to be clumsy, and suddenly thought of something.

It's him!

When she killed Zeng Jiali, left her residence and went back to the countryside to pick up the nanny, she passed a mountain and met a mountain bandit...

in just a few years, she could hardly recognize the mountain bandit leader's transformation